Behind All the Books, Past the Academe

The Break.


inside my head

has rendered my heart

full of dread.

What to do next

and how to do it all

perhaps I feel it all

might stall.

Perpetually in a state of nothingness

surrounded by my books,

deadlines and reports due

I am always on the hook.

With privilege comes great responsibility,

the weight is slowly killing me. 

This isn’t a phase that will end with a degree,

my loving rage MUST be set free.

Hegemony must be re-written,

subjects must be defended,

or else we might as well end it.

-Written by me on 9.7.14

Thank you for reading, I hope you feel a little more connected with my journey as it currently stands.

Until Next Time, Comrades,


Audre's words are giving me life right now.

Audre’s words are giving me life right now.




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